Take the Blame

The cat was not going to take the blame for this.
Every day, the dog did something while the people were away. And every day, the cat got the blame.
Trash scattered everywhere?
Blame the cat.
That roast left to thaw in the sink while the people made a quick five minute trip to the grocery store?
The remains of it were found in the dog's bed, yet the cat got the blame.
Crocheting unraveled and redone into a giant messy knot?
Okay, that one was the cat.
But this, the cat would not take the blame for this one.
The people had left the television on when they left, and it had been fine for the first hour or two. But then the channel decided to play a show about bunnies.
The dog was obsessed with bunnies.
So obsessed, that he tried to get the ones on the television, and now was tangled in all the wires that were normally underneath the television.
The television itself was laying on the floor beside the tangled dog, a great crack running across its screen.
At the sound of the lock being undone on the front door, the cat quickly jumped under the coffee table; where she'd be out of sight, but still able to witness the dog finally getting what he deserved.
When their people walked in, they paused and stared at the destruction in what the car determined to be shock.
Wait, now it was anger.
"Poinsettia!" The shaggy-haired human called, while the other set to work untangling the dog.
The cat cringed, and decided to stay where she was instead of responding to her given name.
It wasn't like she was going to take the blame yet again, after all.